The look he looked at Lin Jinran was full of contempt and coldness.

Fu Mohan snorted, glanced sideways at the maid who was still standing aside, and said coldly, "Go and rest."

"But, Miss Lin..." Tiantian was a little worried. No one was watching Lin Jinran at night. What if she woke up?

"She can't die."

Fu Mohan suddenly turned around, walked out the door without looking back, and left the bedroom in an instant.

Tiantian glanced at Lin Jinran, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and left the room without turning off the bedside lamp.

Fu Mohan walked to the guest room. He was not sleepy at all now. He walked towards the balcony, took out the lighter from his pocket and played with it in his hand.

Black lighter, streamlined design, simple and fashionable.

He doesn't smoke, so he keeps the lighter because Ruochu gave it to him.

It’s not expensive, but it’s thoughtful.

Fu Mohan played with the lighter in his hand and gradually fell into deep thought.

In the bedroom, Lin Jinran woke up faintly. She was hungry, thirsty, tired and tired now.

The taste of traditional Chinese medicine still remained in her mouth. It seemed that she only drank those traditional Chinese medicines and nothing else during the whole day.

She must find some water to drink first, otherwise she will die of thirst!

Lin Jinran struggled to hold up his weak body, leaned against the bedside and looked at the bedside table. There was nothing except the glowing lamp.

She turned to the coffee table not far away, and after seeing the pot on it, she licked her dry lips.

He opened the quilt and got out of bed, and walked towards the coffee table with empty steps. After walking more than ten steps, Lin Jinran was panting.

Her slender fingers reached for the teapot, and her clear eyes shone with desire.

But soon the light in his eyes turned dark, and the kettle in his hand was too light, and there was obviously no drop of water left.

Lin Jinran licked her dry lips unwillingly and put down the kettle helplessly.

Let's go to the kitchen downstairs and have a look. Maybe there will be water in the kitchen.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinran tried his best to hold up his body, hold on to the wall, hold on to the handrail, hold on to the handrail.

She walked downstairs with swaying steps and came to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he smelled the sweet smell of rice porridge, and Lin Jinran's shriveled stomach immediately reacted.

Then she walked to the cooking table with the moonlight shining in from the wide glass, and her sensitive nose quickly smelled the place where the rice porridge was placed.

Lin Jinran couldn't wait to open the casserole, and the porridge inside was still warm.

It's so late, who is this for?

Is it for her?

Lin Jinran shook his head, how could it be given to her? Fu Mohan wished she was dead, so how could he kindly let someone make porridge for her.

This is for Fu Mohan. If she eats Fu Mohan, she will definitely get angry, but compared to Fu Mohan's anger, it is better than actually starving to death.

After thinking about it, Lin Jinran stopped worrying and found a spoon to eat. When he was tired from standing, Lin Jinran simply sat on the ground holding the casserole and ate.

Until a cold voice said, "Who is in the kitchen?"

Then, there was a "pop." The lights in the kitchen came on.
Chapter completed!